I myself hate silence, that horrid emptiness that makes a minute seem like an hour on those long road trips I take alone to visit friends who moved away and on those work days that seen to never end. That agony is quickly extinguished with a touch of a button and a twist of a dial. As the familiar sounds of Ozzy’s Crazy Train fills my ears I’m where I want to be no matter what the situation. I get sent into a trance by the bass lines and the guitar solos. Before I know it my foot is tapping to the beat of the music on my brake pedal at stop

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